Alpha Inmate Book Novels & Stories

"It doesn't matter at all." He looked back at the precinct. Through the tinted glass of the front doors, he could see the booking desk. He imagined Vivian standing there—stripped of her jewelry, her phone, her power. He imagined the ink on her fingers, the mugshot camera flashing, the sterile dehumanization of the system she had tried to weaponize against them. She was just a number now. Inmate 8492. "She tried to make me feel small," Noah said, turning back to his family. "She tried to tell me I was a product. A transaction. She thought that if she took away my DNA connection to the West name, I would crumble."

“Got it. Pretty. Boy. Princess of Cellblock C. We’ll find your vibe eventually.” He turned away and began reorganizing his things—again. He was indeed pretty, in a very masculine way. I doubt he wasn't already having a hard time with the rest of the prisoners. Oh, the things I've seen them do to guys this attractive as him…well, lucky him, he should be grateful fate made us cross paths. Now we're roomies, I will shield him from the starving gazes of the inmates. Also, I noticed he had actual labeled bags. A stack of books. Color-coded.

Not everyone would know about Biden's imprisonment here. Then, Charlie remembered Leandro, the informant that the police officer had mentioned to him, so he asked, "Have you heard of Leandro?" "Yes!" Dean nodded hastily. "I know Leandro. He's very smart and quirky and knows a lot around here. He has a nickname, BP Know-It-All, BP for Brooklyn Prison. He is in cell number 15, not far from here." Charlie inquired, "Tell me all about the inmates in the prison, especially the gangs here."

"No, don't get me wrong, I'm just a prisoner held by Chad." “Hmm? Chad? Why do you call him so intimately?” Alfine scanned my body with sharp eyes and smiled faintly. “Dressed so beautifully, you say you're a prisoner? Have any prisoners been treated so well? Sharing a room with Alpha, not leaving a single step all day?" He paused for a moment and looked me in the eye with disdain. “Honestly, I don't like Ryan. But at this moment, I feel sorry for him. His love in return for this betrayal. If this news let him know, what would he do? Will repeat sweeps of this place take you back? Or will it cut your throat right away?”

Two guards pulled her out roughly and marched her through a side entrance, away from the main intake. “No paperwork tonight,” one guard muttered. “Special delivery.” They took her down a dimly lit corridor and stopped at a heavy steel door leading to Cell Block D , one of the roughest sections. The guards unlocked her cuffs and shoved her inside. The door slammed shut behind her. Riley stood alone in the middle of the open dayroom. Twenty-five men stared at her from the tiers and tables. The air went dead silent, then erupted into low whistles and murmurs. A tall, heavily tattooed inmate , clearly the block leader , stepped forward. His name was Jax.

I said. “Don’t worry, Omarion. I won’t let Darius kill him,” Dante added, as if my restraint needed reinforcement. Dante always had the annoying habit of saying the obvious out loud. The officer slid the key in and opened the cell. The man in the cell tilted his head, looking at me. “You the Alpha?” he rasped. I stepped inside until I was only a few feet from him. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and disinfectant.

She signaled her trembling legs. "I'll tell you, ma'am." A dirty-looking man in the other cell laughed. "Oh really. Feed me all the juices." Kamiliana went closer to that man's cell. "Right away, ma'am, yesterday, Alpha Killan came in here to pardon some of us. I mean those who have stayed here for a year already. When Alina saw him, she called, asking him to take her back. She said that she was ready to be his sex slave as long as he took her out of there. When Alpha Killan ignored her, she cried loudly, shouting, She can't live without him, and if he wants to leave her in here in this stinky dungeon, then he should at least satisfy her because she gets horny just by seeing him." The man to

"Jade, Dad couldn't protect you in the past. But now that Dad is back, it's impossible for those disreputable things to bully you anymore." He suddenly stood up and said, "Victoria and her daughter, I will take care of you. As for Nathan, I will take everything away from him, and then you can take revenge however you want." Thea, “..." "Oh." Prison. The prisoners received education in the library. For these highly intelligent criminals, most of the books they read were literature books that cleanse the soul or economics books related to their interests. Only No. 13, he sat gracefully in a wheelchair, with a psychology book resting on his lap.

Next book coming soon... Missing youth Chapter ????: Inmate 0214 The low hum of chatter within the other cells echoed and boomed but I remained laying on m- bed facing the wall. footsteps approached my cell and stopped. Knocks on the cell bars made it apparently clear that they were trying to get my attention. “Rise and shine prisoner, today's your lucky day.” I rolled over clearly confused… “What?” “You are Don Trever cell C317 inmate 0214, correct?”

he murmured and two minutes later his wolf was healing his broken ribs and face back to shape. “Who is your boss ?” Jax coldly asked as he struck a matchstick against the stripe of the matchbox and brought a cigarette near the flame. “I don’t know,” the prisoner replied. “Tell me all that you know then,” Jax crossed his legs and leaned back comfortably on the chair. All Jax needed was a freaking tub of popcorn and he was set to watch a movie at his own leisure. He looked so fucking relaxed and arousingly cool. “I am just an adulterator, Alpha. All non dead creatures are just adulterators,” the prisoner started to talk.